I...don't know what an aim-assist program is either, but this don't have one. And it's not old, it's classic. [He cares about the revolver's reputation! He gets a similar one for himself, and to demonstrate, he dismantles it to see if it's nice and crud-free. It isn't, so he rolls his eyes and starts cleaning it. Either way - no computers or chips.]

Guts, this one's probably more fitting for you. Same rules though, point down, not at anything you mind killing, unloaded until we get to the targets.[Dan gets Guts a carbine, beckoning for the handgun back from Guts because it...well, it just looks comical.] I'd try it by hand before trying to get it stuck to your arm. Just to see how it feels.

[Dan's having a great time, here in his element, still drenched in sweat from the sparring match, feeling useful as he imparts the novices with, if nothing else, some ground rules on how to not shoot their own feet off.]